Acceptance
Chapter 2
Smuggling Draco

"We've reached," my best friend shook me awake.

"Thanks, Ron," I muttered. Hmm, looks like we're going to be home soon. Personally, I treated Hogwarts like my home, Privet Drive was just some place for me to stay cooped up in over the summer. It was a place where I'd get abused by the Dursleys every day, unlike Hogwarts, where almost everyone accepts me for the freak I am. To most of them, I'm 'the boy who lived', to others, like Malfoy, I was 'the arrogant Gryyfindor man-bitch'. Speaking of Malfoy…

Little Draco woke up and peeked out from under my cloak. "No no, stay in there Malfoy, and be quiet okay? If anyone hears you, I really wouldn't know how to handle the situation." Draco blinked his wide grey eyes innocently and placed a finger over his lips in agreement, nodding at the same time. With that, he settled within my cloak, somehow managing to keep his balance, while I strode out with Ron and Hermione.

"Hey, Harry! How was summer?"

I turned to face Seamus and Dean who were waving with remarkable enthusiasm. I felt Draco pulling at my shirt in panic. "Stop, stop…" I whispered. Fortunately, I simply answered them with one word, 'great', and the two left me alone to go bother someone else. Ron and Hermione stationed themselves at my side and kept whispering to me that maybe it would be better if I just hand Draco over to a professor when one appeared. I refused.

"What up, Harry?"
"It's been awhile-"
"-Since we-"
"-Last seen you."

Damn, it's the twins. Would they find anything suspicious? Maybe if I walk sideways, they wouldn't be able to see…

"What's that, Harry?"

Shit.

"Uh," I mumble. "What's what?" I turned to face my back at them.

"Come on, Harry, we don't wanna see your ass now do we, George?"
"Most certainly not, Fred."
"Exactly, we much rather see what you're smuggling under that coat of yours."
"See, we're smuggling stuff too and we just wanna make sure you're not smuggling the same thing 'cos that would be lame."
"Too lame, mate."

"You guys, stop bothering Harry, he hasn't smuggled anything," Ron rushed in to my defence. I on the other hand was still facing the opposite direction from everyone else, while Hermione was standing abnormally close to me.

Without warning, Fred and George rushed over to me and threw my cloak off me. I was still standing there in shock, resigned to my fate as I stood in the same spot, ass still facing their direction. With my cloak off, it revealed…

"Wow, you smuggled baby booties here, Harry? Seriously?"

I opened my eyes, which I had unconsciously squeezed shut during the dilemma. I looked down and saw two green little shoes squeezed between my belt and my pants. Where the hell…?

"See? I doubt what I'm smuggling is the same as yours, so err…can I have my cloak back?" I said coolly. The twins shrugged and handed it back, walking off into the distance, laughing about something to do with little baby shoes. Immediately, my cool facial expression changed into panic as I frantically spun around aimlessly. "Guys! Where's Malfoy?"

"Don't worry," Hermione winked at me, motioning towards a lump under HER coat. "He's perfectly safe."

I heaved a sigh of relief as Hermione slipped Draco back under my coat. That was a close one… Hopefully the professors and other students won't give me anymore trouble.

Soon, we entered the gates of Hogwarts, with Draco peeking every now and then to take in the magical sight. I begin wondering if Draco's memories were erased; why else would he be so fascinated with something he's seen for four years?

As we stepped into the Great Hall, a huge feast was already spread across every table and I got ready to let my taste buds flow~ I sat between Ron and Hermione as we chat with our fellow Gryffindors about our summer vacation and enjoyed the scrumptious food before us.

"And then Mom told me that if I EVER laid a finger on her panties again, she would never let me see the light of day."

"Sounds like you had a very twisted, amazing summer, Ron," Neville remarked.

We laughed as Neville ducked from the flying pieces of chicken thrown by Ron and carried on with our catch-up time. It felt awesome to be back where I belonged, although I didn't have anything interesting to share about my summer. Half the time I was stuck in my room doing nothing.

Then I felt a small vibration from under my coat. When I ignored it, the vibration got worse and I could hear rumbling sounds, even Hermione heard it and nudged me. Thankfully no one else noticed. Oh yeah! Malfoy must be hungry too. But I couldn't been seen shoving bits and pieces of food under my cloak, that would be freaking retarded. Little Draco pushed open a bit of my cloak and looked up at me, his little eyes were longing, longing for food probably. "I'm sorry, little guy, I promise I'll get you some food later okay?" I whispered. Draco's face fell and he went back into hiding.

Ron, Hermione and I waited until everyone at the Gryffindor table left before we got ready to take some of the remaining food and leave. We each grabbed a few cupcakes and sandwiches and headed towards the exit. Meanwhile, I noticed Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy walking along the corridors stating all sorts of lame possibilities as to why their ringleader was missing in action. One being that he had gone to some place called Pigfarts. Weird… I believe I watched some Youtube video over the summer where Malfoy kept talking about said place. Well, none of their guesses were right though. I would love to imagine the looks on their faces if they knew I was smuggling him right under my coat this very instance.

Soon, Ron and I bid Hermione goodnight as we headed to the Gryffindor boys' common room. Thankfully, Dumbledore decided to refurbish our common rooms last year such that two students shared one decent sized room each. I lazily threw my cloak off as Draco flopped himself onto my bed.

"Whoa, don't forget to close the door! If anyone saw Malfoy here, we'd be in deep shit," Ron ran to shut the door.

"My bad," I chuckled. Then I heard a familiar noise. Draco's tummy was rumbling again. Right, the food… Damn, Hermione forgot to give us her cupcakes. Oh well, I guess these would be enough. Besides, how much could the little guy eat?

Ron and I lay our cupcakes on my bed as Draco crawled towards them. He looked confused for a second, and so did we. His facial expression turned into the familiar pout that Malfoy used to give so often, and he pointed at us, then to the cupcakes.

"He's not serious, is he? I'm not gonna feed the little devil, no way," Ron folded his arms.
"I don't know how to feed a kid, Ron, I'm a freaking only child! Unlike someone who has a hell load of siblings."
"Sorry, man, you're on your own."

Ron threw his hands up in defeat and retreated back to his bed, landing head first into the comfort of his pillow. I sigh and scoop the little Malfoy up in my right arm, while my free hand picked up a small piece of cupcake. I held it to his mouth. Draco immediately lunged forward and chewed onto the tiny delicacy, failing to avoid chewing my fingers. I only have one comment; ouch.

Draco clapped his hands with glee and demanded for more. The next couple of minutes were spent with me feeding him as his cheerful laughter echoed around the room. Malfoy was happy. He was ACTUALLY happy. I don't recall seeing that happening at all throughout those four years at Hogwarts with him. I smirk and pinch his chubby little cheek. "You're at my mercy now, little guy. You better thank your lucky stars that you're not the retarded bullying dumbass that you were before, because if you were, you'd be thrown out of here by now."

Draco merely flashed a broad smile and wrapped his arms around me. I was stunned for a moment. Damn, the older Draco would never do that. Whatever… Besides, tomorrow morning, he'll be in the hands of Professor Dumbledore and I wouldn't have to worry about him or have anything to do with him ever again.